Until You're Mine

Chapter 15

Simon laughs. "Too much to do and not enough time."

My fingers subconsciously graze Simons, the jolt of electricity I used to always feel when we touched surprises me. Simon has changed a lot since the last time we were here, he was always muscular guy but his time in the army filled him out even more. He has more of a rugged look now, that would have any girl drooling.

"That was definitely the motto for our time together."

Simon steps in front of me, putting us at a halt in the middle of the lobby. His fingers pick up a piece of hair, gently tugging it. "St-"

"Surprise!"

I wince as Simons hand snaps from my hair and he steps back. When I glance in the direction of the voices Olivia looks ecstatic, accompanied by her parents and mine.

"Don't look too happy to see your parents after three years darling." My mom laughs at her own joke.

Simons mom, Brenda, runs towards her son, her arms immediately going around him and I can't help but smile at the loving embrace between mother and son.

When she steps back her eyes are watery, but she still manages to swat his chest.

"What was that for?" He asks, a bright smile on his face.

"For coming home and not telling us, we were worried sick." She turns her attention towards me. "I hope he wasn't too much trouble."

I shrug, a grin on my face. "He's been worse."

Simon scoffs. "Can we not act like I'm the baby around here, I'm two months older than Isabella."

"You wouldn't think it." Mark, Liv and Simons dad adds, earning him a chorus of laughter.

My dads the next to speak. He clears his throat, reaching his hand out towards Simon. "Good to see you again Simon, glad to see the army's been good to you."

Simons nods. "Thank you."

"So, what about everyone freshens up before lunch?" Olivia suggests.

"Sounds perfect." Mom grins.

"Isabella, wanna come check the booking with me?"

I nod at Olivias questions, saying a brief goodbye to everyone else as we walk towards the restaurant.

"I didn't realise your parents were going to come, that was as much as a surprise for me as you." Olivia explains as soon as we're out of ear reach of everyone else.

"It's good." I smile. "They can be a bit pushy but I know they mean well. Plus I'm glad your parents finally get to see Simon, it's been too long."

When I say my parents are pushy, that would be an understatement. Dads a hotshot lawyer in New York while mom spends her time doing charity work. They always wanted me to follow in dads footsteps but it was never for me.

"Mom jumped at the opportunity, when she found out we'd be here. She said it would be this or she was flying to Evergreen."

I laugh. "That sounds exactly like Brenda."

Olivia nods. "I'm just surprised she didn't threaten it sooner."

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"So sweetie, what possessed you to come home and not tell anyone?" Brenda directs her comment towards Simon.

"Just needed some time." Simon shrugs, taking a bite from his BLT.

"So how's the nursing going, darling?" Dad asks.

"Good, it's hard work but I enjoy it."

"I can't believe my daughter became a nurse." Mom starts, a smile on her face that I can see through. We've danced this dance many times before. It was one of the many family dramas I bickered about to Simon when we were sneaking around. "I mean with all the funding we offered, I thought she'd use her brains for something more, not live up to the standard of the colour of her hair."

That's my mom.

Simons hand, which lands on my thigh under the table, soothes my agitation. "Nursing isn't an easy job mom, it takes skill and knowledge."

"Even so, what will your father do with the family business?"

Simon gives my thigh a small squeeze before returning back to the top of the table. "So how long are you guys here for?"

"We're leaving the same day as you guys. I need to cram in as much mother, son time as possible."

"If I'd known this was all I had to do to become your favourite, I would've done it a long time ago." Simon jokes.

"I'm still her favourite." Olivia butts in.

"I don't have favourites." Brenda gives Olivia and Simon warning looks.

We eat the rest of the meal in peace, casual conversation coming from all ends of the table.

Dad clears his throat, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "So Theo, you're originally from England?"

Theo nods. "Born and raised."

"You've got a good job?"

"Yes, sir." Theo grins, turning his attention to Olivia. "Only the best."

"If only my daughter would find herself a man with a good job."

Internally, I'm laughing at the fact my father is talking about me finding myself a man, when the guy I at one stage I thought I'd end up with, is sitting beside me and neither of our parents know.

I'd love to see my parents faces then.